25/07/2025
People often say I’m lucky.
They see the dream—land, freedom, purpose, a sacred space of my own creation.
And I am lucky. I see that. I hold deep gratitude for it all.
But I also created my luck.
I built this dream with calloused hands, late nights, aching feet, and unwavering heart.
And the life I’ve chosen? It’s beautiful—but it is not easy.
This week alone, I worked 52 hours in care.
I offered sports therapy treatments to rising football referees at a conference one evening.
I held 14 hours of studio appointments,
taught three yoga classes and a Yoga Nidra workshop,
trained for 7 hours for my own physical health,
Meditated everyday to remind myself that I am worthy of the life I am living,
and still made space for three walks to connect with my breath, my body, the earth.
I’m tired.
But this tiredness is not defeat.
It is evidence of effort, of investment—in my future, in my land, in the version of me I am becoming.
Since taking on a mortgage, weeks like this are becoming more regular.
I understand the mantra: work smarter, not harder.
But sometimes, the smartest thing you can do is hustle.
Sometimes, the path of the heart isn’t efficient, it’s alive, full of awe, love, dedication and purpose.
Parts of my business are profitable—but not always reliable.
So I’ve diversified.
I wear many hats. I honour every skill I’ve gathered.
I don’t fit into one box, and I don’t want to.
My income streams are woven like a tapestry—
colourful, wild, alive with possibility.
Each day is different. Each day brings challenge, learning, joy, potential.
Yes, I am tired physically.
But this is the hard I choose.
Not the hard of burnout for someone else’s dream.
The hard of carving something real from the inside out.
This phase—this grind—is temporary.
But the character it’s building in me is permanent.
To live your dream, you have to stretch.
You have to say yes to risk.
You have to expand to the edges of who you thought you were.
And when your body aches and your mind feels heavy, but your heart sparkles with love, awe and intention—
you’ll know: this is the price of freedom.
This is what it means to walk your own way.
I am not just lucky.
I am resilient.
I am crafting a life.
And even in my exhaustion, I am grateful.
Because I am exactly where I’m meant to be.
And I am becoming who I came here to be
